After completing the last mast forging and shouting out the loud "10,000" loudly, Masaji Mizuko's figure shook twice.
He forced himself to not fall down, but put the forging hammer aside.
He always knew that someone was by his side, but he never paid attention to it. The process of pill forging was similar.
The couple closed the doors and windows, put out the stove, and the entire forged room was in darkness.
Zuocun, Longma and Miss Along were guarding the door.
They know what they should do.
This time, Masashi Shui Xinzi spent the most difficult time in the forging of the knife. The jade steel that produced cloud patterns made the old man devote his life.
The next step in the darkness is not only for the sake of keeping it secret, but also for the purpose of better bringing this famous knife out.
The sun rose from the east, climbed to the top of the head, and began to slowly set.
Occasionally, there were pounding sounds in the room.
The Shui Xinzi and his wife had no servants, so this high-strength forging knife was very dangerous. The three of them voluntarily took on the subsequent tasks.
Bang—!!!!
The door of the room was kicked open, and Masaji Mizuko appeared at the door.
"Hahaha!!!"
The old man who had already looked no longer strong laughed three times.
Then.
thump--
He lay on the ground, and the things in his hand fell to the ground.
Zuocun and Ryuma, who had been waiting at the door, quickly raised Shui Xinzi and placed the tall old man on the back of the tall Ryuma. Miss Aaron flew into the room and hugged Shui Xinzi, who had already lost consciousness and coma.
Shui Xinzi and his wife were placed in the bedroom, Zuocun and Ryuma bowed deeply to the couple who gave their all for the sake of the knife.
And the knife.
After settled down the unconscious Shui Xinzi and his wife, Zuocun returned to the forging room.
He looked at the things on the ground and was a little silent.
He bent down and picked up this thing that cannot be called a knife, Zuocun carefully appreciated it.
It has a perfect knife shape, pure silver all over, with cloud patterns on the blade, and blue light reflected on the sharp edge. In the blade, Zuocun saw his eyes.
There is no binding thing on the handle of the knife, nor the signature, and this knife has not been completed yet.
Zuocun looked at the blade and was a little fascinated.
I was also a little scared.
It's not just a surprise, but a feeling of terror.
I feel like this knife can cut yourself into pieces at any time.
Two drops of cold sweat were flowing down, and Zuocun almost failed to hold the knife.
Shaking his head, Zuocun turned away his distracting thoughts and no longer focused on this unnamed knife.
Holding the knife, Zuocun came to the front hall and placed the knife on the table. Zuocun turned around and left.
Compared to the knife, it is still more important now. Masashi Shui Xinzi, who has been forging the knife for three days and three nights, and Masashi Shui Xinzi, who is weak in physical condition but determined to stay with her husband forging the knife, urgently needs nutritional supplements and care.
In the next two days, Zuocun, Ryuma, Miss Aaron, and took care of Shui Xinzi and his wife in an endless manner.
Ryuma is responsible for cooking, while Zuomura and Miss Aaron are responsible for monitoring the physical condition of Masaji Mizuko and Masaji Mizuko.
Finally, on the third day after completing the knife forging, Shui Xinzi woke up first.
Masaji Mizuko suddenly sat up from the tatami, scaring Zuocun, who was dozing off beside him, jumped.
Shui Xinzi rubbed her eyes and touched her head. He did not notice Zuocun beside him, but subconsciously wanted to get up, but felt a little weak, and his body was no longer as strong as before, and he fell to the ground.
"Ouch..." Mizuki Masaji grinned in pain.
Zuocun quickly helped Masaji Shui Xinzi back from the ground to the soft cushion.
"You are looking for a knife, I'll give it to you." Zuomura patted Masaji Mizuko on the back, got up and went to the front hall to get the knife.
Masaji Mizuki looked at Zuocun's back and felt a little familiar, but now it was dark and he couldn't see clearly, so he could only sit there.
He knew that there were a few people coming to him for a knife, but he didn't want to get out of that state.
He knew in his heart that this was the closest and only time he had ever been forged to make a famous sword.
He must cherish this opportunity.
Longma stayed at the door, drowsy.
Zuocun photographed Longma, and Longma woke up instantly.
"Uh, alas?" He was still a little confused, "What's wrong?"
"Ah, it's Zuocunjun." Seeing the person clearly, Longma finally brought some IQ.
"Mr. Masaji Mizuko has woken up."
"Um...didn't you want to find that knife after you wake up?" Longma thought for a moment and said with a smile.
"Yes, I look very anxious." Zuocun also smiled.
This kind of sword is the purest, without any other feelings, which is admirable and makes people feel happy for him involuntarily.
"I'll get it." Zuocun said, and walked towards the front hall.
Picking up the knife from the front hall, Zuocun quickly returned to the bedroom.
He knew how eager Masaji Mizuko wanted to see this knife.
When he came to Masaji Mizuko, Zuocun presented the knife without a hilt with both hands.
"Mr. Shui Xinzi, your knife."
The moment Shuiminko Masaji's attention was concentrated on the knife in his hand from the moment Zuocun entered the door.
He took the knife from Zuocun's hand tremblingly.
Zuocun and Ryuma consciously gave up their origins so that Masaji Mizuko could see the knife clearly through the moonlight.
Shui Xinzi touched the blade.
"Wuwu...Wuwuwu." Shuishinzi, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, knelt on the ground, looking at the knife, tears streaming down.
The knife was shining with a faint cold light under the moonlight.
His fingers flicked the blade and made a buzzing sound.
"Woo woo..." His eyes never left the knife in his hand and he was unwilling to leave.
Zuocun and Ryuma looked at each other and smiled at each other.
......
The famous sword was born.
After three days and three nights, the quality of a knife that has been forged ten thousand times will be surprising if it is not a famous knife.
Masaji Shui Xinzi's weight dropped sharply from 120 kg to 90 kg, and his originally strong body even looked a little thin.
A long, gray hair turned into dry gray hair.
Mrs. Shui Xinzi, who was the assistant, has become much thinner and looks older than before.
This knife is a knife that poured all the rest of Shuixinzi's knife-forging life into.
However, Shui Xinzi had no regrets at all.
He finally forged a knife that surpassed himself and even his ancestors.
He is confident that the knife forged by the first generation of adults may not necessarily be of better quality than this knife.
This is the knife that forged life into it.
After that, Shui Xinzi, no matter how he recovered, he could no longer take up his forging hammer.
Chapter completed!